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You leave behind two bodies. The pathway to the door is open. Seeing them lie there reminds you of how short life is, one day, you could be standing there, the next, three idiots with big guns shoot several holes into you and you keel over and die. You each take a pledge to never talk about this again and to also respect time from now on. That doesn't mean you won't stop any time shenanigans, that just means you will plan to live in the moment.
You now stand at the precipice of your final threshold. Or, at least for now. For you see, this isn't simply the end of the story, all three of these idiots have some duty that fits all three derivatives of diluvian, ante, post, and the most chilling, intra. You all stand there, at that precipice, waiting for the go ahead.
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